"Considering how much you've raved about these," Keefe said, biting into his second Oreo, "they're not as good as I expected."
Sophie shrugged. Shifting on the swing they shared, she bit into one herself. While she'd loved them as a child, Keefe was right.
Elvin food simply trumped anything humans could come up with.
"They're nostalgic," she told him. "Even if they don't taste amazing, they remind me of home."
The smirk on Keefe's lips faded. "You know, Foster, you have a home here too."
She couldn't help but laugh. "At your dad's house?"
"No." Keefe smiled softly. "With me."
